My words seem to be bouncing off the walls of your heart - I love you, I love you, I love you! Yet you still don't have the courage to believe in me, in us. You know that I am the skin underneath your skin, I'm the sweet smell of morning in your breath, the smile on your lips and the tear in your eye. You know I am you. So please have the guts to stand up and dignify it. Coz, baby, I've got the fight in me but you're my fuel.
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I seek you in the morning. A long, lingering kiss. I reach for your shorts, you tug at my panties. Before we know it we are entwined in moans and sighs. I love to love you. Any time of the day.
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I insist on driving you to work thinking we might, at last, have a few intimate words. The past few months you have been overloaded with phonecalls, meetings, trips and I have been endlessly waiting for you. So I start telling you that I wish we'd spend some time together. No, not for our lovemaking, long phonecalls where I talk relentlessly or when we pretend to enjoy ourselves at parties. Not that kind of time. How about watching a movie? Or cooking dinner together? But your office has arrived.
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'I want a simple girl', he said to me. I was crumbling inside while I maintained a smile. I nodded, 'Yes. If you were to marry me I'd start changing your diet, exercise regime, expect you home early and have profound conversations with you.' He was happy that I understood. But, actually, I hated him for making me say that.
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We are so comfortable the way we are. No hassles. Great sex, better times, lots of laughter and more company. We have been on such a joyride! We are exactly what we want in a partner. Our friends think we're perfect for each other. And we think - well, some love stories do have a happily ever after!
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November 7th, 2006, 9:00 p.m. I am sitting at our dining table. There's a rose. An elaborate dinner. Dimmed lights. Romantic music. I'm dressed in that brown gown you like me in. And you are busy celebrating our anniversary with your friends.
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Soon we'll be done with the passionate love, the embarrassment of saying 'I love you', the excitement of sneaking quick ones, the rush of knowing someone likes you, how shy we get to express our true feelings. We'll be accustomed to each other's body, emotions and thoughts. When that time comes, I pray that our friendship, your immense theories or my infinite ability to recommend the best shoes that go with your outfit will keep us together. At least.
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I seek you in the morning. A long, lingering kiss. I reach for your shorts, you tug at my panties. Before we know it we are entwined in moans and sighs. I love to love you. Any time of the day.
---
I insist on driving you to work thinking we might, at last, have a few intimate words. The past few months you have been overloaded with phonecalls, meetings, trips and I have been endlessly waiting for you. So I start telling you that I wish we'd spend some time together. No, not for our lovemaking, long phonecalls where I talk relentlessly or when we pretend to enjoy ourselves at parties. Not that kind of time. How about watching a movie? Or cooking dinner together? But your office has arrived.
---
'I want a simple girl', he said to me. I was crumbling inside while I maintained a smile. I nodded, 'Yes. If you were to marry me I'd start changing your diet, exercise regime, expect you home early and have profound conversations with you.' He was happy that I understood. But, actually, I hated him for making me say that.
---
We are so comfortable the way we are. No hassles. Great sex, better times, lots of laughter and more company. We have been on such a joyride! We are exactly what we want in a partner. Our friends think we're perfect for each other. And we think - well, some love stories do have a happily ever after!
---
November 7th, 2006, 9:00 p.m. I am sitting at our dining table. There's a rose. An elaborate dinner. Dimmed lights. Romantic music. I'm dressed in that brown gown you like me in. And you are busy celebrating our anniversary with your friends.
---
Soon we'll be done with the passionate love, the embarrassment of saying 'I love you', the excitement of sneaking quick ones, the rush of knowing someone likes you, how shy we get to express our true feelings. We'll be accustomed to each other's body, emotions and thoughts. When that time comes, I pray that our friendship, your immense theories or my infinite ability to recommend the best shoes that go with your outfit will keep us together. At least.
8 comments:
Hello, kindred poet. My bell has stopped ringing for some time. It was hijacked by an unknown cyber entity and I have missed reading your posts. As usual, they are beautiful. I have added your link to my new blog.
I am glad I found you once again.
By the way, this is my new link:
http://wordsmovepeople.wordpress.com/
Do drop by some time.
I came across your blog a few days ago,and believe me I have read almost all ur posts. Your poetry is beautiful, drowns my turbulent soul in it. Oh but I cudnt access ur other blog. I hope u might allow me to read it as well.
there are people whose prose invite completion from the reader, and it hardly matters if what comes drums a different music because whatever facet is exposed by this action would merely be a contribution to the greater harmony.
there are people whose words, in the entirety of each post, achieve such a completion that further words merely scratch and mar, and the discerning reader must lightly, if comment he must, lay down his tribute, or forever pay homage with silence.
and, well, there is you.
clarity in being practical.
"break it down it again"
Free Spirit - :) Thanks for finding me. It's flattering. I've checked your new blog out, nice work. And I'm honored you choose to link me to your blog :)
Anon - You'll need to contact me for permission to access the other blog :) I'm sure you know how to do that!
Ree - Goodness me..I blushed when I read your comment. Thank you very much for what you said.
MKP - Hmm.
tearsforfears - I guess!
hey long time since i dropped by... can see ur still going strong with the poetry:)
good one here!!
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